Flight Lessons

After my divorce following nearly twenty years of marriage, I settled into a condo in Central New Jersey. The combination of not having a wife and the freedom of condo living gave me newfound opportunity. The time saved by not having to maintain a house combined with the free time afforded me by being single was something I really made use of. It gave me the chance to do things I had always wanted to do but never had the time. Travel and time for my hobbies such as my guitar playing were no longer an issue. I also did something I had wanted to do for a long time. I took flying lessons.I had discussed it with an old friend from high school who had done it years ago. He had his own plane for a while and found it quite enjoyable and rewarding. I thought even if I never own my own plane it would be fun. I knew it would not be cheap. I was told it would set me back approximately eight to ten thousand dollars with all the lessons and fuel costs to get my Private Pilot certifications, so I knew what to expect. I was single, had no child support and my job was doing well so this was not a huge issue. If I ever did decide to get my own plane there was a small airport about 25 minutes north. This same airport offered flying lessons. So, I took the drive one day to get all the latest information. I arrived at Linden Airport and headed to the main building. I was told I needed a logbook, medical exam and it was recommended I get my own headset. This was no problem. I put my down payment on my credit card and was told to report back ankara travesti in two weeks. My lessons would be on Saturday afternoons at four. I left rather excited, as it was something I really did for myself. In the last twenty years I rarely took the time to do things just for me and now was my chance. I went home somewhat elated.In the ensuing two weeks I took the physical, which I had no trouble passing, and got what little I needed ready. When the day arrived for my first lesson I arrived early. I was psyched. I went into the main building at Linden Airport and reported my arrival. I was told to wait outside and my instructor should be with me in about ten minutes. I went back outside and waited. I was nervous with anticipation. I was wondering what my instructor would be like. Probably some old military guy with a crew cut and battle scars on his face. Wouldn't be much to look at but he probably had lots of cool stories about air strikes in Vietnam or something. At least that's what I imagined.Fifteen minutes passed and still no Red Baron. While leaning against the wall I saw a hot-looking blonde heading my way. I was thinking she was probably heading my way to tell me my instructor can't make it and to come back next week. As she headed my way I couldn't help but notice her incredible legs and full breasts. As she reached me my knees almost buckled as she spoke."Hi, my name is Jill. I'm your new flight instructor."Huh. I felt something gaining altitude and it wasn't a plane. Damn. I think I mumbled something ankara travestileri stupid about nice day for a flight lesson, or I have my flight log, or maybe I just started drooling on myself. Really don't remember.She told me to follow her and she would show me the plane. I would meet her here in the future. As I followed her I was enamoured by her rear view. We got to the plane. It was an older Cessna 172, a four-seat single prop airplane.She took me for a tour of the plane. We walked around as she pointed out stuff like the rudder. When she bent over the wing to point out the flaps I felt like saying nice tail, and I was not talking about the plane. Once again I was feeling an increase in elevation and it was not the flaps. This girl was hot.We got in the plane and Jill began to explain the controls. As she leaned forward to point things out, her long blond hair would sometimes brush against my arm. She showed me how to fill out the flight log and we started the plane. We went through a check of the instruments. As we began taxiing towards the runway with her at the controls, she explained how to pull back on the yoke to relieve pressure on the nose wheel. I was wondering what she could do to relieve the pressure building in my pants.As we approached the runway she radioed the tower with our intentions. We made our way onto the runway. She explained how to apply full power and pull the yoke back. There was a momentary sensation like going up quick in an elevator as the plane took off. We were soon airborne.The travesti ankara view from above was spectacular. The sensation of flight in a small plane is indescribable. We were in the air but close enough to see everything on the ground. To one side was Route 1, to the other side in the distance was the Atlantic Ocean. It really was breathtaking."This is really incredible up here," I stated."You get used to it," she answered.I felt like saying I like the view in the plane just as much, but I resisted.We flew around for some time and I enjoyed every moment. When it became time to head back to the airport she explained the procedure for landing as we approached. "Contact the tower and give your tail number, location, altitude," she stated coolly. "And do your pre-landing check with your checklist. Mixture fuel rich, Oil Temps and Pressure, Master ON, Harness's locked, Landing Lights ON."Her words were going in one ear and out the other. Something about a hot-looking blonde flying a plane that had a certain excitement level. The plane may be going down, but I sure wasn't.When we got back on the ground we taxied the plane back to the hangar and we said our good-byes for the day.The whole rest of the week I could not help but think about Jill. I was so looking forward to my flight lesson. When the following Saturday approached, I dressed a bit sharper and showed up early again, hoping to spend as much time around Jill as possible.When I got to the hangar Jill was already there puttering around the plane. We made small talk as much as I could. She told me she had been fascinated with airplanes since she was a girl. It was a passion of hers. I like a girl with passion and I was fascinated with her.We climbed in the plane and fastened our harnesses.